Tryst of minds

Poet of the Light acceptance, art, creative writing, emotions, Fiction, heartstrings, literature, love, memories, poetry, poets, sensual, short stories, Uncategorized September 11, 2020September 11, 2020 1 Minute

Alias places and ancient times

Campfires and blanket talks

Paper cups and Autumn skies

Empty bottles of store bought wine

Whiffs of slow burning apple wood

Waves caressing a sandy surface

Long walks along the beach

Footprint trails washed away

Beneath a pale moons canvass

Smiling glances tightened hands

Laughter skipping on rippled tides

Skinning dipping foreplay at midnight

Memories molded between the folds

Of lovers arms and naked souls

Exerted lust and moans collide

Between moist kisses and sighs

Before all love is lost to…departing echoes

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I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart. I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published September 11, 2020September 11, 2020